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1887 



HYMNS 



AND A FEW 



METRICAL PSALMS 



Thomas MacKellar, 



PH. D. 



V X 




PHILADELPHIA: 

PORTER & COATES. 

1887. 



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Copyright, 1887, by Thomas MacKellar. 



SECOND EDITION, 

ENIyARGE^D. 



Second Edition. 

ffHIS volume contains some additional 
hymns written after the publication 
of the first edition. They are numbered 
from LXXII to LXXXIL inclusive. 

May the book become one of God's 
messengers of grace to man. 

T. McK. 

Germantown, Pa. 

Feb. 1887. 



Preface. 

^OME of the hymns in this volume 
were written before a busy life had 
passed its noontide: othe? r s, when the 
rays of the westering sun were falling 
slantwise. The latest were the outcome 
(as well as the alleviation) of times of 
anguish and bereavement. 

A few of the earlier pieces have come 
into use in various hymnals. All that 
may be deemed fitting are at the service 
of the church. 



T. McK. 



Germantown, Pa. 
April, 1883. 



First Lines. 



PAGE 

After the darkness of the night 40 

Again I take with hopeful heart 52 

All praise to Thee, the triune One 192 

Alone with God to-day 34 

A prisoner of the Lord 102 

Art thou in thy spirit lowly 78 

As children dwelling in their home 112 

At Jesus' feet I take my place 124 

At the door of mercy sighing 60 

Bear the burden of the present 88 

Before the silver cord be loosed 178 

Be not anxious for the morrow 30 

Be not disquieted, my soul ! 22 

Beside thee there is none 192 

Blessed be thy name forever 58 

Book of g'ace and book of glory! 156 

Build up, O Lord, a rampart wall 171 

Cast thy burden on the Lord! 132 

Christ is risen ! O the wonder ! 139 

9 



io FIRST LINES. 



PAGE 

Day is breaking in the sky ■ . 16 

Day is waning into shadow 180 

Draw nigh to the Holy 66 

Far away the Saviour saw me 46 

Far distant from my Father's house 92 

Father! in my life's young morning ...... 150 

Give me a foothold on the rock 126 

Give me to know thy will, O God 44 

Glory be to God on high ! 138 

Glory in the highest! glory! 193 

Glory to God in the highest! 13 

Glory to thee evermore! 192 

God has said it, — and his promise 82 

Hallow'd day of sacred rest 68 

I give myself to God 120 

I have no hiding-place 38 

I know not when the Lord will call .... 160 

I lift my longing eyes ' 186 

I long for God, the living God 98 

In tearless anguish once I lay 74 

In the hidden ways of life 114 

In the midnight and the storm 116 

In the vineyard of our Father 146 

In vain the ways of Providence 54 

I thank the Lord my Maker 152 



FIRST LINES. 



PAGE 

I will extol thee every day , 188 

I would I were content to be 20 

Jehovah reigns ! Let earth rejoice 183 

Jesus ! when my soul is parting 62 

Let all the people sing a psalm ....... 96 

Lord, take and lead me as a child 50 

My soul cries out to God 48 

My soul is resting in God's peace 64 

My soul ! why sit forsaken 166 

Nearer to thy heart of love 164 

No tongue of man has ever told 108 

O Father, for thy love! 174 

O gracious Father ! send us showers 72 

O holy, holy, holy Lord 192 

O land of day, eternal day 136 

O the agonizing prayer 130 

O the blessedness of leaning . , 24 

O the darkness, O the sorrow 176 

Over the earth a stillness comes 94 

Rest and peace for Jesus' sake ! 128 

Some day the world will come to me .... 104 

Sometimes, in quiet revery 134 



12 FIRST LINES. 

PAGE 

The billows round me rise and roll ..... 70 

The blessing of the Sabbath-day 106 

The darkness of the night came down .... 80 

The day is wearing fast away 76 

The day of wrath, that certain day 142 

The dusty paths of earth defile 118 

The morning of the centuries . . 42 

The morning stars were singing . . 148 

The pathway to the mercy-seat 122 

The sea before, the foe behind 162 

There is a land immortal 84 

There is light on my path 158 

Though darkness turn the skies to night ... 26 

Thy love, O Holy Father 193 

'Tis but a looking unto Christ 168 

'Tis well that thou, my God, shouldst be . . 86 

Unseen by them, a glorious host 90 

Upon the pillow of Thy love . 18 

Was Jesus tempted like as we 36 

Watchers call'd to work for Jesus 32 

What though the way be storm-begirt .... 28 

When he waketh, when he sleepeth 100 

Where could I go but unto thee 110 

While some may run an easy pace. ..... 56 

Who bids the wind to blow? 154 



Laus Deo, 

"JUigh anb mighty 1S06 anb Sauiour! 

3n the earth thy will be bone: 
Hallouueb be thy Kame foreuer, 
Holy father, Holy Son, 
Holy Spirit! 
Lorb ]ehouah! 
iSlory be to Chee alone. 



Hymns. 



8,5. 



3 multitude of tije fjcabenlD fjost prat'smg 6oti, antr sagtng, (glorc to 
<Soo in tt)€ ijtgijtst. — Luke ii. 13, 14. 



I. 

/^IvORY to God in the highest! 
The day of all days 
Awakens our praise, — 
The thrice-blessed morn 
When Jesus was born, — 
The name that the church glorifieth: 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



11. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
Let heaven resound 
To its uttermost bound 
With anthems of praise 
Both now and always, 

13 



14 HYMNS. 



While seraph to seraph replieth, 

Glory to God! 

Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



in. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
L,et earth, with its hills, 
Its valleys and rills, 
Re-echo his praise 
Both now and always, 
While mountain to mountain-top crieth, 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



IY. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
His goodwill and peace 
To men will not cease: 
The church lifts her voice 
While angels rejoice, 
And her song with the seraphim's vieth : 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God ! 
Glory to God in the highest! 



HYMNS. 15 



Y. 

Glory to God in the highest! 
The bountiful Lord, — 
The Father, the Word, 
The Spirit, — whose praise 
Both now and always 
On the wings of infinity flieth : 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God! 
Glory to God in the highest ! 




1 6 HYMNS. 



II 7's. 



3E laftr me trokirt anti slept; I afoaketi; for ttjc 3Lorti sustatneti me. 
Ps. iii. 5. 



T^AY is breaking in the sky; 
*-^ Restful night has pass'd away: 
Now I lift my early cry, 

L,ead thy servant, L,ord, to-day. 



11. 

Jesus, Master! forth I go, 

Taking up my 'custom'd task: 
Teach me what I need to know, — 

Give me what I ought to ask. 



in. 

I see not the way before, 

But I go at thy command, 

Entering gladly duty's door, 

Led by thy directing hand. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



Take away my sin and guilt, 

Make me whiter than the snow: 

Be my will just what Thou wilt, 
Asking not, Why is it so? 



May my soul, impell'd by love, 
Do whate'er thy Spirit saith, 

That my life this day may prove, 

Through thy grace, the power of faith. 



VI. 

Glory to Thee evermore! 

Glory in the uttermost! 
Heaven and earth thy name adore, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 




HYMNS. 



Ill CM. 



^ca, tf)ou sfjalt Iw fcofrm, anti tfjg sUep stall fie sincct.— Prov. iii. 24. 



I. 

T T PON the pillow of Thy love 
^ My weary head I lay, 
Assured that watchers from above 
Will round about me stay. 



11. 

The weaned child, subdued and still, 
Sleeps on its mother's breast; 

So I, submissive to thy will, 

L,ean on thy strength for rest. 

in. 

The sighs, and tears, and agony 

That marr'd the hours of day, 

Subside as tempests on the sea 
In silence die away. 



HYMNS. ig 



IY. 



The restful peace of answer'd prayer 
Is in my chasten'd heart: 

My fears, my sorrows, and my care 
At thy command depart. 



Y. 



O Lord, my God, my strength, my hope. 

In thee I find repose: 
Vouchsafe my grateful eyes shall ope 

As softly as they close. 









20 HYMNS. 



IV. ....CM. 



E\)t toas of man is not in ijimsclf: it is not in man ttyat toalfeeti) 
to Direct f)is steps.— Jer. x. 23. 



T WOUIyD I were content to be 
Just as my Lord shall will, 

So I with cheerful constancy 
His purpose may fulfil. 



11. 

O may I be content to lay 

My hourly griefs and cares 

Upon His arm 'that every day 
His children's burden bears: 



in. 

Nor proudly strive to carry part 
And leave to Him the rest, 

So losing comfort of the heart 
And healing of the breast. 



HYMNS. 21 



IY. 



Though I should ask the L,ord to show 
Some greater things to do, 

May I be ever quick to go 
On humble errands too: 



v. 

To run in haste, or waiting stand, 

Content to go or stay, 
While watching for his guiding hand 

To point the fitting way. 



VI. 

Whatever work the day shall bring, 

May I set Thee before, 
And give to Thee, O Christ, my King, 

The glory evermore. 




22 HYMNS. 



V CM. 



It sf)all come to pasg, tfjat at tbening time it gijall fa licftt. 
Zech. xiv. 7. 



T3I5 not disquieted, my soul! 
•^ 'Tis grace that moves the Power 
Whose hand thy destinies control 
In every , varying hour. 



11. 

When sorrows fall, he wraps the heart 

The closer in his love: 
If here he takes away a part, 

He'll give thee all above. 



in. 

Why tremble when thy God shall lay 
A shadow on thy path? 

Not e'en the dark, distressful day 
Portends a night of wrath. 



HYMNS, 23 



IY. 



The heavy clouds that, dark and dun, 
Thine upward pathway hide, 

Shall blaze with glory when the sun 
Goes down at eventide. 



v. 



And light from God's abiding-place 
Shall fix the raptured eye, 

The light of love in Jesus' face, 
To welcome thee on high. 







24 HYMNS. 



VI. ....8,7,4. 



Cast tf)s fiurtien upon t\)t 3Lor&, artti fyz sfjali sustain tf)f£.— Ps. Iv. 22 



/^\ THE blessedness of leaning 

^^^ On a strength beyond thine own! 

O the fulness of the meaning — 

O the sweetness of the tone — 
Cast thy burden 

On thy loving Lord alone. 



11. 

Often weary, }^et contending, — 

Beaten down, again to rise,— 

On his help alone depending, 

Looking up with trustful eyes, — 

Cast thy burden 
On the arm that built the skies. 



in. 

Take his easy yoke upon thee, 

Lowly be like him in heart: 



HYMNS. 25 



Child, it was his love that won thee, 
Will he bid thee now depart 

With thy burden, 
When thy soul is full of smart? 



IV. 

Long ago the word was written, — 
Word to generations blest, — 

Hear it, children sorely smitten, 

Hear it, ye of troubled breast, — 

Cast thy burden 
On the Lord: he'll give thee rest. 



26 HYMNS. 



VII CM. 



fan mg spirit foas oberinfjelmeti loitfjin me, tfjnt tfyau fmdnest nrg 
patf). — Ps. cxlii. 3. 



I. 

T^HOUGH darkness turn the skies to night, 

Though sorrows fill the air, 
Nor moon nor stars my pathway light, 

Yet thou art with me there. 



11. 

I cannot see thee, but I know 
A stronger arm than mine 

Upholds me in the time of woe, — 
Jesus! that arm is thine. 



in. 

Though words may fail when I would pray, 

And mute I lift my hands, 
Thou hearest what I cannot say, 

And Gabriel near me stands. 



HYMNS. 27 



IV. 



A just God and a Saviour, thou 
Art full of love and grace : 

Before thy majesty I bow 

With glad and trustful face. 



v. 



Thy sovereign grace gives sweet relief, 
Dispelling faithless gloom, 

And the dark chamber of my grief 
Becomes a sunny room. 




28 HYMNS. 



VIII CM. 



I frnli fce foottf) tljee: I fcotll not fail tfjee, nor forsake tfjee* 
Josh. i. 5. 



I. 

"\ 1 7"HAT though the way be storm-begirt, 

If Jesus lead thee on ! 

Thou shalt not suffer loss or hurt, 

Nor walk the path alone. 



11. 

Must thou do battle on the way? 

The arm of God is thine : 
Does he unprop thine earthly stay? 

Upon that arm recline. 



in. 

Has he not pledged his word to save? 

Will he himself deny? 
Will he not hold thee fast who gave 

His Son for thee to die? 



HYMNS. 29 



IY. 



The Father chasteneth whom he will, 
And some he wills to spare; 

But not the less he loveth still 
The souls that meekly bear. 



O Lord, my timorous heart control; 

Forgive my doubt and sin : 
Open the windows of my soul 

And let thy sunlight in. 




3o HYMNS. 



IX 8, 7. 



23ef)olti tfje tifrtis of ti)e fjeaben, tf)at ttjcg soft) not, neither fro tfjcg 

reap, nor gather into oarns; antr sour i)£ab£nlg jfatijcr fcetjetf) 

tijnn. iSc not tijmfore anxious for tfje morrobj: for ttje 

morrofo frnll oe anxious for itself. — Matt. vi. 26, 34. 



DE not anxious for the morrow, 
■^ L,et the morrow have its cares: 
Soul, be not forecasting sorrow; 

Grace is given to him who bears 
Crosses that he does not borrow : 

God controls the unawares. 



11. 

Neither sowing, neither reaping, 
Gathering not to store away, 

Birds are in the Father's keeping, — 
Cares he not when children pray? 

Why then, faithless, sighing, weeping, 
Doubt him for the coming day? 



HYMNS. 31 



in. 

Lilies, toiling not nor spinning, 

Gleam in robes beyond compare : 

Never king from time's beginning 

Had such glorious dress to wear : 

Souls that cost his life in winning 

Christ will keep with loving care, 




2,2 HYMNS. 



X 8, 7, 4 . 



Blesseti are trjosc servants rnfjom trje SLortr fofjen fje rometrj sf)aU fintr 
fcoatcrjincj.— Luke xii. 37. 

OTatcfj rjc, gtantr fast trt tije faitt), quit gou Itftc men, fce strong, 
1 Cor. xvi. 13. 



VyATCHERS call'd to work for Jesus, 

To the glory of his name, 
In the field where'er he pleases 
Our glad services to claim, — 

Ever ready ! 
This our watchword and our aim. 



11. 

Watching for the revelation 

Of his glory and his grace, 

When the power of his salvation 
Shall subdue earth's rebel race,- 

Always watching, 
Always standing in our place. 



HYMNS. 33 



in. 

Watching for the coming morning, 
Resting in the Saviour's might, 

Even now we see its dawning, 

See the shafts of heavenly light 

Pierce the darkness 
That enwrapt the world in night. 



IV. 

Watching while our hands are doing; 

Loitering not on conquer'd ground : 
Looking forward, still pursuing, 

While the golden trumpets sound; 
King eternal! 

True to thee may we be found. 



v. 

Watching, hoping, toiling, praying, 

Till the victory is won, 
May we then hear Jesus saying, 

"Toilers, rest! your work is done!" 
As we enter 
Homes of rest beyond the sun. 



34 HYMNS. 



XI S. M. 



Come, mg people, enter tfyou into tfig rfjamoers, ano si)ut tf)g ooors 
aoout tfjee. — Isa. xxvi. 20. 



A IyONE with God to-day, 

My soul subdued and still, 
My thoughts ascend the upward way 
To Moses' lonely hill. 



11. 

From Nebo's utmost height 
Mine eyes look longingly 
To the far distant land of light 
Beyond the glassy sea. 



in. 

I seem no stranger there, 
No traveller unknown: 
For in that heavenly land so fair, 
My IyOrd is on the throne. 



HYMNS. 35 



IV. 



Among the company 

Who serve Him day and night, 
Dear ones who walk'd on earth with me 
Walk now in robes of white. 



v. 



Their work and waiting done, 
He call'd them of His grace; 
Their higher service is begun 
Before the Saviour's face. 



VI. 

I cannot know while here 
The bliss of that sweet land; 
But they have neither sin nor fear 
Who in His presence stand. 



VII. 

So I in gladness wait 
Before the Lord to-day, 
While catching glimpses through the gate 
Of glory far away. 



36 HYMNS. 



XII C. M. 



rjigrj priest... tfjat fjatfj bttn in all points tcmptetJ like as foe arc, 
gft tmtljout sin.— Heb. vi. 15. 



\\ TAS Jesus tempted like as we, 
VV The Holy One of God? 
Were paths of pain and poverty 
By him, our Master, trod? 



11. 

Was there no place in all his earth 

To lay his head upon, 
A King of more than royal birth, 

Yea, God's eternal Son? 



in. 

If thus the sinless Saviour fared, 

Can I, dare I repine, 
When sorrow, want, and death he shared 

To make salvation mine ! 



HYMNS. 37 



IV. 

O child redeem'd by his own blood, 
Why yield to anxious care? 

Thou canst not sink beneath the flood 
When Christ is walking there. 



v. 

Think not thy Saviour does not see 
When Satan casts a dart: 

No arrow ever wounded thee 

That did not pierce his heart. 

VI. 

The great High Priest is touch'd by all 
Thy weaknesses and woes; 

And He, when grievous sorrows fall, 
Sufficient grace bestows. 




38 HYMNS. 



XIII S. M. 



© ILorti, ntg strengtfj, arttr mg fortress, antr mg refuge m trje Dan of 
affliction.— Jer. xvi. 19. 



I. 

T HAVE no hiding-place, 
*• No refuge from the blast, 
But in the arms of Jesus' grace 
Around about me cast. 



11. 

Though I see not His hand, 
I feel its loving power: 
And guardian angels near me stand 
In my distressful hour. 



in. 

I dare not look within, 

But heavenward turn my gaze ; 
And lest my grief become my sin, 
My tongue breaks out in praise. 



HYMNS. 



IV. 



Though tears mine eyes bedim, 
He dries the tears I shed ; 
And in my soul I sing a hymn, 
Content and comforted. 




4 o HYMNS. 



XIV 8, 7, p. 



^tm tfjat turnrtfj tfje sijatjoto of tieatt) into tf)e morning. 
Amos v. 8. 



AFTER the darkness of the night 
Light cometh in the morning ; 
After the winter and its blight 

Spring wakes in new adorning. 



ii. 

After the sowing of the seed 

The harvest greets the reaper; 

After the day of -loving deed 
Soft rest enfolds the sleeper. 



in. 

After the tempest's course is run 
A calm pervades the waters ; 

After the work of life is done 

God calls his sons and daughters. 



HYMNS. 41 



IV. 



After the closing of the eye 

They wake with Christ in heaven ; 
After the final victory 

The crown of life is given. 



"fife'? iKill^'-W " 



42 HYMNS. 



XV C. M. 



3o mtgf)ttlD grtfo tt)c foorti of tfje ILorti anti prcbaiUo.— Acts xix. 20. 



HPHE morning of the centuries 

Beheld a light arise, 
That in their heavenly ministries 

Ne'er fell on angels' eyes. 



11. 

Through all the ancient days it seem'd 

A planet new-begun ; 
It grew in fulness till it beanrd 

A sun beyond the sun. 



in. 

When earth with clouds of sin was dark, 

It made an open way ; 
E'en where it glimmer'd as a spark, 

Some souls received the ray; 



HYMNS. 43 



IY. 



And they became the sons of God 

Amid a scoffing race ; 
While bloody was the way they trod, 

His peace lit up their face. 



They seal'd their constancy with blood; 

And where the martyrs died 
A multitude arose and stood, 

And God was glorified. 

YI. 

That sun has never ceased to shine 

Upon the King's domain, 
Pouring from heaven a light divine 

To make its pathway plain. 

VII. 

Till centuries shall be no more, 
Its light shall not grow dim; 

And Christ's redeem'd on heaven's shore 
Shall sing redemption's hymn. 



44 HYMNS. 



XVI. ....CM. 



©rtier mg steps in tijg foortr ; antr let not artg tntquttg ijabe tmmimon 
cbfr me. — Ps. cxix. 133. 



/^IVE me to know thy will, O God, 
^^ And may I see to-day 
A light from heaven upon my road 
To clearly point the way : 



11. 

That I may know just what to cio, 
And what to leave undone, 

And be unto thy service true 
From dawn to setting sun : 



in. 

That I may speak the timely word, 
And timely silence keep, — 

By passion's hasty words unstirr'd 
That cause the soul to weep: 



HYMNS. 45 



IV. 



That I may hold my thoughts in check, 

And every wild desire 
That rises quick at pleasure's beck 

And flames into a fire : 



v. 



That I may kiss the needed rod, 
And patient bear the blow; 

And say, 'Tis from the love of God; 
My Father wills it so. 



VI. 



Lord Jesus ! from thy holy place 
The Spirit on me breathe : 

Open the mantle of thy grace 
And keep my soul beneath. 




46 HYMNS. 



XVII 8, 7, 4. 



iSttt fofjtle t* feas get afar off, ijtg father safo fyim, anti fcoas mobetJ 
fcottt) compassion.— Luke xv. 20. 



I. 

T7AR away the Saviour saw me, 
IyOSt and wandering in the wild: 

By his love he sought to draw me,— 
Me unworthy and defiled, — 

As a father 
Calls to him his erring child. 



11. 

I saw not the hand that beckon'd, 
I heard not his gracious call, 

Till the joys on which I reckon'd, 
Worldly joys, had perish 'd all ; 

Then his mercy 
Led me at his feet to fall. 



HYMNS. 47 



in. 

Jesus broke the chains that bound me, 
And his freeman I became : 

Robes of grace he threw around me, 
Covering all my sin and shame : 

O how precious 
Is my great Deliverer's name ! 



IV. 

Over all and bless'd forever, 
God on his eternal throne, 

Who the bond of love can sever 
That unites to Christ his own? 

Lord Jehovah ! 
Glory be to Thee alone. 



i 



48 HYMNS. 



XVIII S. M. 



mg ®oU, mg soul ts rast tiofort fottijin me.— Ps. xlii. 6. 



j\/TY soul cries out to God, 

Like children in the night. 
Who fear some evil is abroad 
Because they see no light. 



ii. 

There's darkness on the path, 
And pitfalls line the way, 
Till fear of coming trouble hath 
An overpowering sway. 



in. 

It may be faith is weak ; 
Perchance the heart is faint, 
And in unutter'd words would speak 
Its longing, hungering plaint. 



HYMNS. 49 



IV. 



The duties left undone, 
The follies unforgiven, 
Rise up like clouds before the sun 
And vail the face of heaven. 



v. 



So, desolate and lone, 
The soul lifts up its cry 
To Christ upon his gracious throne 
Of majesty on high. 



VI. 



lyord, calm this restless mind, 
From murmuring set me free, 
And strength and comfort let me find 
In earnest work for Thee. 



ms 



5o HYMNS. 



XIX CM. 



Efjeretore for tf)g name's sake leatr me, anb guttie me, 
Ps. xxxi. 3. 



TORD, take and lead me as a child 
^^ That knows not how to go, 
Alike when day is calm and mild 
And night's wild tempests blow. 



11. 

If grief and pain be mine to bear 
And sorrows bow my head, 

L,et not my heart sink in despair 
As though my Lord were dead. 



in. 

When I am weary, on the breast 
Of Him who died for me, 

O let my laden spirit rest, 

From care and worry free. 



HYMNS. 51 



IV. 



When joy shall fill my earth and skies 

With a serenest calm, 
Then may my thoughts to Thee arise 

In one continual psalm. 



v. 

When some sad brother turns to me 
In sore and heavy grief, 

May I be quick in sympathy 
And quicker in relief. 



VI 

When some poor soul is sick of sin 
And seeks the way to God, 

O make me wise that soul to win 
To take the heavenward road. 



VII. 

Lord, in the dark and in the light 
Still keep me in thy way, 

A child whose hand is clasped tight 
In thine by night and day. 



52 HYMNS. 



XX CM. 



&bm ti)txc sf)all tf)2 fjantr IeatJ mr, anti tijg rtgijt f)anti gf)all fioltr mc. 
Ps. cxxxix. 10. 



AGAIN I take with hopeful heart 
-**■ My life's allotted task: 
To do it well the grace impart; 
This, Lord, I humbly ask. 



ii. 

The day's perplexing mysteries 
I may not understand: 

Be it enough my Father sees 
And holds them in his hand. 



in. 

My duty for the day is plain,— 
To go where God shall call, 

Or, patient, hold the tangled skein 
While he unravels all. 



HYMNS. 53 



IY. 



I may not ask that no rough wind 
Upon my head shall blow, 

Yet I may pray that I shall find 
Strength in the day of wo. 



The sun may shine through all the day, 
Or clouds ma}^ hide the sky, 

But while God's love lights up my way 
I know his hand is nigh. 



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54 HYMNS. 



XXI CM. 



(Canst tfjou on searching finfc out #oo ? ranst tTjou finti out tfje 
^Imtpjrjtg. unto perfection.— - Job xi. 7. 



TN vain the ways of Providence 
With anxious gaze I scan : 

To find out God by human sense 
It is not given to man. 



11. 

Enough to know he cannot err 
When worlds his plans fulfil; 

That not a blade of grass can stir 
But at its Maker's will. 



in. 

Enough to know that God is just, 
Yet with a father's heart; 

Enough with loving faith to trust 
When earthly friends depart. 



HYMNS. 55 



IY. 



Enough to know he gave his Son 
My guilt and grief to bear, 

That I, though by my sin undone, 
Might still his mercy share. 



Then let me nevermore repine 

Beneath the chastening stroke, 

And be the willing spirit mine 
To wear the Saviour's yoke. 






56 HYMNS. 



XXII C. M. 



Cake trjg part t'rt guttering fjartisfytp, ag a gooti goltu'er of Christ 
Segug, — 2 Tim. ii. 3. 



T \ rHIIyB some may run an easy pace 

With self-reliant boast, 
The Lord e'er gives to those his grace 
Who seek and need it most. 



11. 

Beneath a quiet smile may lie 
A sorrow of the soul 

That needs a daily -victory 
To hold it in control. 



in. 

And they who bear the battle's brunt, 
And temper'd weapons wield, 

Shall stand up grandly in the front 
And hold the conquer'd field. 



HYMNS. 57 



IV. 



God's rank and file, in battle line 
And truth's divine array, 

Shall set their camp at day's decline 
Along the King's highway 



To that good land, by sense unknown, — 
That land whose name is Heaven, — 

Where Christ doth gather all his own, 
And crowns of life are given. 




HYMNS. 



XXIII 8, 7, 4. 



<©ur 3Lor& Sesus Cfjrtgt . . ♦ tf)e bleggefc ano onlg potentate, tfje Icttng 

of feints, ano Eora of lortis ; fofja onlg rjatf) tmmartalttg, booelltng in 

Itgrjt unapproachable, rofjom no man fjatfj seen, nor ran gee : 

to ioijom be fjonour anti pofoer eternal. <&men. 

1 Tim. vi. 14-16. 



TDIvESSED be thy name forever, 
IyOrd and Christ, eternal King ! 

While we live, our tongues shall never 
Fail thy glorious praise to sing, — 

While before Thee 
Thankful offerings we bring. 



11. 

In the fulness of the ages 

Thou as man didst come to earth : 
Welcomed by the wisest sages, 

Israel saw not thy worth, — 
Yet what glory 

Heralded thy wondrous birth ! 



HYMNS. 59 



in. 

Scorn'd by cruel men, they slew thee, 
Thou the Maker of them all! 

Though so few were they that knew thee, 
Blest were they whom thou didst call,— 

Iyike their Master, 
By the hand of man to fall. 



IY. 

Throned in thy eternal glory, 
Myriads worship at thy feet: 

May we bend with them before thee 

When our work shall be complete, — ■ 

By thy Spirit 
Made for heavenly service meet. 




6o HYMNS. 



XXIV 8, 7. 



Come unto me, all ge tf)at labour anft are f)fabg latien, antr E fcoill 
gibe sou rest.— Matt. xi. 28. 



I. 

AT the door of mercy sighing 
With the burden of my sin, 
Day and night my soul is crying, 
"Open, Lord, and let me in." 
Waiting mid the darkness dreary, 

Stretching out my hands to Thee, 
In the refuge for the weary 

Is there not a place for me ? 



11. 

I have sought to earn thy favour, 

Caring not for toil or cost; 
Yet I find not him my Saviour, 

Him who came to seek the lost. 
Blessed Master! in thy pity 

Teach me what I ought to do, 
So that in the holy city 

I may gain an entrance too. 



HYMNS. 6 1 



in. 

Hark! what sounds mine ear receiveth, 

Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 
'He that in the Lord believeth 

Life eternal hath in Him. 
At the outer door why staying ? 

Nothing, soul ! hast thou to pay : 
Christ in love to thee is saying, 

Weary child, come in to-day." 



IV. 

I knew not of Jesus' kindness ! 
I knew not of Jesus' grace ! 

the blackness of the blindness 

That could not behold his face ! 

1 saw not the door was open, 

Nor my Lord invite me in : 
Grace is mine beyond my hoping, 

Mercy mightier than my sin. 

1871. 



62 HYMNS. 



XXV 8, 7, 4. 



jFrar not; 3E am tfje first antr tije last... I am tije <&ipf)a ant; tfje 

©mega, tije beginning ano tije enti. JE toill gibe unto fjim tfjat \% 

attn'rst of tije fountain of ti)t fojater of life frcdg. 

Rev. i. 17. xxi. 6. 



JESUS ! when my soul is parting 
From this body frail and weak, 
And the deathly dew is starting 

Down this pale and wasted cheek,- 

Thine, my Saviour, 
Be the name I last shall speak. 



11. 

Jesus ! when my memory wanders 
Far from loved ones at my side, 

And in fitful dreaming ponders 

Who are they that near me glide, — 

Last, my Saviour, 
Let my thoughts on thee abide. 



HYMNS, 63 



in. 

When the morn in all its glory 

Charms no more mine ear nor eye, 

And the shadows closing o'er me 
Warn me of the time to die, — 

Last, my Saviour, 
Let me see thee standing by. 



IV. 

When my feet shall pass the river, 
And upon the farther shore 

I shall walk, redeem'd for ever, 

Ne'er to sin — to die no more, — 

First, Lord Jesus ! 
Let me see thee, and adore. 



64 HYMNS. 



XXVI CM. 

&f)e peace of (Hofr, frifjtd) passetf) all unoerstantitng.— Phil. iv. 7. 



TV >T Y soul is resting in God's peace, 

Without a care or fear: 
The tumults of my bosom cease, 
For Christ my IyOrd is here. 



11. 

The Spirit poureth from on high 

A sanctifying tide ; 
And, bathing in its stream of joy, 

My soul is satisfied. 



in. 

He driveth curious doubts away, 
He giveth childlike faith ; 

And so I take the yea or nay 
Just as my Saviour saith. 



HYMNS. 65 



IY. 

I have not other wish to be 

Than what my L,ord ordains ; 

So what He knoweth best for me, 
That be my richest gains. 



A spirit meek and quieted 
Is better than a crown ; 

How rich the blessing on the head 
That Jesus sendeth down ! 



Here in his banquet-house I bide, 
His banner o'er me love, 

And wait the coming eventide 
Of perfect peace above. 



1S70. 






66 HYMNS. 



XXVII 6, 5. 



Brafo ntctf) to (Stotr, artti \)c fot'Il tirafo ntc$ to sou.— James iv. 8. 



PjRAW nigh to the Holy, 
•^ Bend low at His throne ; 
There, penitent, lowly, 

Thy sinfulness own : 
There, there, if thou y earnest 

For pardon and rest, 
There, fervent and earnest, 

Prefer thy request. 



. 11. 

Confess thy backsliding, 

Thy weakness and fears; 
In Jesus confiding, 

There pour out thy tears. 
Think not He will scorn thee, 

Though wretched thy case ; 
His hands will adorn thee 

With garments of grace. 



HYMNS. 67 



in. 

More precious than treasure, 

More vast than the sea, 
His love has no measure 

Nor limit to thee. 
His easy yoke wearing, 

His pleasure abide ; 
In all thy cross-bearing, 

He'll walk by thy side. 

IV. 

Fear not the wild clangour 

That Satan may raise, 
So God's righteous anger 

But pass from thy ways. 
Whom Christ has forgiven 

Goes safely along, 
Till in the high heaven 

He sings the new song. 



Then kneel to the Holy, 

Bend low at His throne ; 

There, penitent lowly, 
Thy sinfulness own : 

There, soul ! if thou y earnest 
For pardon and rest, 

There, fervent and earnest, 

Prefer thy request. l852 . 

6* 



68 HYMNS. 



XXVIII 7's. 



Bcmemlirr tf)e sao&atf) bag, to fcccp ft f)oIg. — Ex. xx. 8. 

^rtti on tije saooatf) tf)cg rcstetr arrorotrtg to tfje commanomcnt. 

Luke xxiii. 56. 



TJAIyLyOWD day of sacred rest, 

Welcome, welcome to my breast : 
All the week I've sigh'd to feel 
Bliss thine hours alone reveal. 



11. 

Aching temples, throb no more ; 
Busy care, thy reign is o'er; 
Troublous thoughts, flee far away 
From this quiet resting-day. 



in. 

Faith's anticipations, rise ! 
L,eap the barriers to the skies : 
Upward soar, my soul, to Him 
Loved by saints and seraphim. 



HYMNS. 69 



IY. 



Thankful praise, my lips, employ — 
Utter all my rapturous joy: 
Though o'er all things silence come, 
Can a ransom'd soul be dumb? 



Priceless moments ! rich and sweet 
Happy soul ! at Jesus' feet, 
Rest, oh rest! — when He is near, 
Lovingly, hast thou a fear? 

VI. 

Master ! lowly here I lie : 
Look on me with gracious eye ; 
Lay the yoke of love on me, 
Easy shall the burden be ! 



VII. 

Saviour ! may thy Sabbaths come 
Laden with the hope of home : 
On the day thy grace has given, 
Fit me for thyself and heaven. 



1842. 



7o HYMNS. 



XXIX CM. 

MUjat time I am afrattr, I fotll trust m tfjee. — Ps. lvi. 3. 
I. 

T^HB billows round me rise and roll, 

The storms of worldly care 
Beat heavily upon my soul, 

And shroud me in despair : 
Forsaken, comfortless, betray'd, 

With none to succour me, — 
Father ! what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



11. 

As feeble as the bruised reed, 

Infirm to will or do ; 
Oft working out the ungrateful deed 

'Twere better to eschew; 
How were the sinking soul dismay'd 

But for this refuge-plea, — 
Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



HYMNS. 71 



in. 

When hope is faint, and faith is weak, 

And fears the bosom fill, 
And I a strong assurance seek 

That thou art gracious still; 
I rest upon thy promise -word, 

To thine own truth I flee : 
Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 



IV. 

When saintly paleness marks my face, 
And dimness fills mine eye, 

And, hoping only in thy grace, 
I bow my head to die ; 

If, entering in the vale of shade, 
Nor sun nor star I see, 

Father, what time I am afraid, 

Then will I trust in Thee ! 

1853- 



•v^ 



72 HYMNS. 



XXX. CM. 



%z pragcti again ; anti tfje fymben tjabc rain, artti tfje tarti) fcrougfjt 
forti) rjrr fruit.— James v. 18. 



I. 

r\ GRACIOUS Father ! send us showers, 
^^^ The gentle showers of rain, 
To cheer the corn, the grass, the flowers, 
On mountain -side and plain. 



ii. 

Command the pregnant clouds to rise 

And vail the fiery sun, 
While from the fountains of the skies 

The streams of blessing run. 



in. 

O gracious Father ! send us showers ; 

The cattle mutely stand 
Amid the scorch'd and wither'd bowers; 

Have mercy on our land ! 



HYMNS. 73 



IV. 



The spider's web is on the mead, 
The worm consumes the leaf; 

And all thy works before Thee plead 
The silent plea of grief. 



v. 



O gracious Father ! send us showers ; 

Regard our earnest cries ; 
But meek submission still be ours 

While our petitions rise. 



VI. 



To Thee each living thing looks up ; 

Thou mad'st — thou'lt not destroy : 
The overflow of mercy's cup 

Shall wake creation's joy. 



1852. 






74 HYMNS. 



XXXI l. M. 



JFor 00 fje gtbetf) i)ts ielo&etr glerp.— Ps. cxxvii. 2. 



TN tearless anguish once I lay, 
•^ And every tender string of life 
Was rudely smitten by disease, 

And nature quiver'd in the strife. 



11. 

To God I look'd for help the while 

The lingering moments seem'd to creep, 
These words of grace broke on my mind, 
"He giveth his beloved sleep." 



in. 

A gentle peace, like evening winds 

In summer from the ocean's breast, 

Moved o'er my sighing, sinking soul, 

And soothed my murmurings all to rest ; 



HYMNS. 75 



IY. 



And through that weary night of pain, 

When it were manliness to weep, 
My soul was comforted by this, 
"He giveth his beloved sleep." 



When prison'd long, my soul would fain 
Leap through her fragile walls and flee, 

But on the unmeasured life beyond 
She, halting, gazes tremblingly; 



VI. 

Then may I simply trust in Him 

Whose arms his feeblest follower keep, 
And close mine eyes, and say, in death, 

"He giveth his beloved sleep!" 

1842. 



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76 HYMNS. 



XXXII CM. 



©r tber tf)e st'lbtr rorti be loogeti, or tf)e golticrt fcofrjl be broken. 
Eccl. xii. 6. 



T^HE day is wearing fast away, 
The night is coming on, 

To end the earthly pilgrimage 
Begun at being's dawn. 



ii. 

The voice of earthly friends no more 
Within my soul can reach; 

Another world hath round me grown, 
Earth hath another speech. 



in. 

Now fain am I to go when He 
Who sent me here shall call: 

I wait his gentle breath to cause 
The ancient tree to fall. 



HYMNS. 77 



IV. 



I long to lay my burden down, 
And in earth's bosom rest 

As calmly as an infant sleeps 
Upon its mother's breast. 



Welcome, approaching shades of even, 
By idling triflers shunn'd ! 

I see the immortal life of heaven, 
And Christ, my God, beyond! 







78 HYMNS. 



XXXIII.. 8, 7, 4. 



^|eter mas griebetr Because f)e satti unto ijim tfje tljtrtr time, ILobtst 

tfjou me? <anti i)e sattr unto f)tm, ILorfc, tf)ou fcnomest all 

tfjtngg; ttyou fenomest tfjat IE lobe tfjee.— John xxi. 17. 



I. 

ART thou in thy spirit lowly, 
*■*■ Iyike the Man of Nazareth? 
Art thou seeking to be wholly 

Join'd to him, come life, come death? 

L,ov'st thou Jesus 
More than thine own vital breath? 



11. 

Is thy bosom full of sorrow? 

Is a cloud upon thy way? 
Why the worldling's burden borrow? 

Child of grace and promise, say! 
I^ov'st thou Jesus? 

Joy should be thy guest to-day. 



HYMNS. 79 



in. 

Hath God made all men to praise thee? 

Or art thou to fame unknown ? 
Only seek that he should raise thee 

Up to an immortal throne. 
Lov'st thou Jesus? 

He'll provide for all his own. 



IV. 

Care not thou how low thy station, 
If thy God hath chosen thee 

Heir of glory and salvation 
Now and evermore to be ! 
Lov'st thou Jesus? 

Life is thine eternally. 

1870, 



s$ gems* ^x 



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8o HYMNS. 



XXXIV CM. 



£i)trt f)e arose, ant? rclmkfti tfyc imrttis artti t\)c sta; anti fytvz 
foaia a great ralm.— Matt. viii. 26. 



I. 

HPHE darkness of the night came down 

And on my soul it lay, 
As if my righteous Maker's frown 

Were gathering round my way. 



11. 

As lonely as if I alone 

In all the earth were left,- 
As helpless as an infant-one 

Of mother's care bereft, — 



in. - 

How swift and sure had been my doom 

Had Christ forgotten me ! 
A voice arose amid the gloom, 
"Thy Saviour loveth thee!" 



HYMNS. 8 1 



IY. 

Immediately there was a calm, 
A calm without, within ; 

For Jesus wrote upon my palm 
Full pardon of my sin. 



The inward tempests rage no more, 
The spirit's sorrows cease, 

When Jesus stands upon the shore, 
And gently whispers, "Peace!" 




HYMNS. 



XXXV 8, 7, 4. 



I sfjall gibe t\)te fyt ijeatfjen for tfjtne inheritance, ano tfje uttermost 
parts of tf)e eartf) for tf)S possession.— Ps. ii, 8. 



I. 

t~^ OD has said it, — and his promise 
^^ Stands as firmly as his throne, — 
Earth shall be a sure possession 

Granted to his Son alone ; 
And the heathen 

Jesus' gracious reign shall own. 



11. 

Where a soul in guilt is lying, 

There his gospel shall be sent; 

Life and grace for wretches dying, 
Balm for bosoms sad and rent: 

News of mercy, 
All shall hear the call, Repent! 



HYMNS. 



in. 

Thou the Lord of all creation, 
Every living soul is thine : 

May the grace of thy salvation 

On the lands of darkness shine : 

Holy Spirit! 
To thyself the world incline. 

IV. 

Words of precious promise, spoken 
In thy faithfulness and love, 

Never, never can be broken 

While thou reignest King above : 

Let thy mercies 
Thy abounding goodness prove. 



84 HYMNS. 



XXXVI 7,6. 



E^ca, tf)ottgi) E inalfe tfjrougf) tf)e balleg of tfje sfjafcofo of otatf), 3E totll 

fear no ebtl : for tijou art inttfj me ; tfjg roo atvO ti)S staff 

tfyeg comfort me. — Ps. xxiii. 4. 



HTHERB is a land immortal, 
■*■ The beautiful of lands ; 
Beside its ancient portal 

A sentry grimly stands: 
He only can undo it, 

And open wide the door; 
And mortals who pass through it 
Are mortal nevermore. 



11. 

That glorious land is Heaven, 

And Death the sentry grim: 
The Lord thereof has given 

The opening keys to him; 
And ransom'd spirits, sighing 

And sorrowful for sin, 
Pass through the gate in dying, 

And freely enter in. 



HYMNS. 85 



in. 

Though dark and drear the passage 

That leads unto the gate, 
Yet grace attends the message 

To souls that watch and wait; 
And at the time appointed 

A messenger comes down, 
And guides the Lord's anointed 

From cross to glory's crown. 



IY. 

Their sighs are lost in singing; 

They're blessed in their tears : 
Their journey heavenward winging, 

They leave on earth their fears. 
Death like an angel seeming, 

"We welcome thee!" they cry: 
Their eyes with glory gleaming, 

'Tis life for them to die. 

1845- 



6 ! cD 



86 HYMNS. 



XXXVII L. M. 



It is 4£otr 6oi)tc^ inorfeetf) m gou tot!) to intll attti to foorfc, for f)ts 
gooti pleasure. — Phil. ii. 13. 



'THIS well that thou, my God, shouldst be 

The master of my destiny ; 
For were my lot placed in my hand, 
Where should my sure salvation stand? 



11. 

Beset around with wily snares, 
And cumber'd with uncounted cares, 
What arm but thine alone can hold 
My soul within thy saving fold ? 



in. 

The things of sense allure mine eyes, 
And sudden sins my soul surprise : 
Were I no more thy grace to share, 
Then naught were left me but despair. 



HYMNS. 87 



IY. 



I know that I am safe with thee ; 
Then in thy hands my portion be : 
I cannot fear what may betide 
When on thyself my hopes abide. 



Let sinless ones on merit stand, 

I seek for mercy at thy hand : 

No other way of help I see, 

Thy grace in Christ must work for me. 



VI. 

A wretch were I to lean upon 
The works my erring hands have done 
I stand a suppliant, with the plea, 
Atoning blood was shed for me. 



VII. 

O let thy Spirit day by day 
Uphold me in the upward way: 
Enough for me that thou wilt keep 
The feeblest of thy chosen sheep. 

1846. 



88 HYMNS. 



XXXVIII 8, 7. 



ILct not gout \}t art fce trmtfcletr : ge ccltebe m <J£otr, bzlitbz also m me. 
John xiv. 1. 



TTEAR the burden of the present, 
L,et the morrow bear its own; 

If the morning sky be pleasant, 

Why the coming night bemoan? 



11. 

If the darken'd heavens lower, 

Wrap thy cloak around thy form ; 

Though the tempest rise in power, 
God is mightier than the storm. 



in. 

Steadfast faith and hope unshaken 
Animate the trusting breast; 

Step by step the journey's taken 
Nearer to the land of rest. 



HYMNS. 89 



IY. 



All unseen, the Master walketh 
By the toiling servant's side : 

Comfortable words he talketh, 

While his hands uphold and guide. 



v. 



Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow 

Rends thy breast to him unknown ; 

He to-day and He to-morrow 

Grace sufficient gives his own. 



VI. 

Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, 

Long endurance wins the crown : 

When the evening shadows lengthen, 

Thou shalt lay the burden down. 

1852. 



->&mS$@*- 



go HYMNS. 



XXXIX CM. 



<g f)ost compasstfj tfje ritg fcoti) fottf) fjorses an& rijartots. 
2 Kings vi. 15. 



T TNSEEN by them, a glorious host 
^ About God's people stand: 
The heavenly watchers hold the post 
At his supreme command. 



11. 

There is no child of God too high 
To need their constant care, 

And none too deep in poverty 
Their daily help to share. 



in. 

When loved ones go, and earth is lone, 
As if no friend were near, 

Then unseen angels from the throne 
Bring helpful words of cheer. 



HYMNS. 91 



IV. 



The sun of hope breaks through our gloom, 
And wondering whence it came, 

We start, like Mary at the tomb 
When Jesus call'd her name. 



Say, who can snatch from God away 

His blood-redeemed ones? 
And who the heavenward course can stay 

Of God Almighty's sons ? 




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92 HYMNS. 



XL CM. 



&f)e ransonuti of tfyz 3LorO . ♦ . sf)all come to Zion intti) songs, 
Isa. xxxv. 10. 



T^AR distant from my Father's house 
A I would no longer stay; 
But gird my soul and hasten on, 
And sing upon the way! 



ii. 

The skies are dark, the thunders roll, 
And lightnings round me play; 

L,et me but feel my Saviour near, 
I'll sing upon the way ! 



in. 

The night is long and drear, I cry; 

O when will come the day? 
I see the morning-star arise, 

And sing upon the way! 



HYMNS. 93 



IY. 



When care and sickness bow my frame, 
And all my powers decay, 

I'll ask Him for His promised grace, 
And sing upon the way ! 



Y. 



He'll not forsake me when I'm old, 
And weak, and blind, and gray ; 

I'll lean upon his faithfulness, 
And sing upon the way ! 



VI.' 



When angels bear me home to heaven, 

Disrobed of mortal clay, 
I'll enter in the pearly gates, 

And sing upon the way! 



1842. 




94 HYMNS. 



XLI 8, 7, p. 



£f)e Hortr te gootr to all ; ann fjts tender merries are ober all 
t)tss foorks.— Ps. cxlv. 9. 



/^~\VER the earth a stillness comes, 
^^ The eventide is falling: 
Lord, bless all dwellers in their homes 
Who on thy name are calling. 



11. 

Thy blessing on the toiler rest; 

The over-worn and weary ; 
The dying, and the comfortless 

To whom the earth is dreary. 



in. 

Thy blessing on the child to-night; 

Thy blessing on the hoary ; 
The maiden clad in beauty bright, 

The young man in his glory. 



HYMNS. 95 



IV. 



Thy blessing on my fellow-race, 
Of every clime and nation : 

May they partake thy saving grace, 
O Giver of salvation. 



If any man have wrought me wrong, 
Still blessings be upon him: 

May I in love to him be strong, 
Till charity have won him. 



VI. 

Thy blessings on me, from of old, 

My God ! I cannot number : 
I wrap me in their ample fold, 

And sink in trustful slumber. 

1853. 




96 HYMNS. 



XLII L. M. 



Zzkz a psalm, attti bring f)itfjer tfje timbrel, ti)e pleasant tarp fotti) 
tfte psalters.— -Ps. lxxxi. 2. 



T ET all the people sing a psalm, 
-"-^ A stately psalm of solemn praise, 
While sitting in the holy calm, 

The calm befitting Sabbath days. 



11. 

Come, chant the words King David sang 
When heavenly airs around him swept, 

And Zion's tents with music rang, 
While holy day the singers kept. 



in. 

The King of glory on his throne, 
The Ancient of eternal days, 

The infinite and triune One, 

Immortal strains become his praise. 



HYMNS. 



97 



IY. 



Let all the tribes of Adam's race, 

With thankful voice and lifted palms, 

E'er magnify his truth and grace 

And laud him in the ancient psalms. 




98 HYMNS. 



XLIII CM. 



Ef ang man tfjtrst, let t)tm come unto me, anti trrinfe.— John vii. 37. 



I. 

T LONG for God, the living God ; 

I hunger for his grace : 
I long to see as I have seen 

My heavenly Saviour's face. 



IL 

The earth has not a home for me 
Where I would always stay : 

let me take .my pilgrim-staff 

And speed my upward way. 

111. 

1 would not be afraid to live, 

Nor yet afraid to die ; 
Nor wish to end my working days, 
Or make them faster fly. 



HYMNS. 99 



IY. 



But I would hide myself beneath 
Jehovah's sheltering wing, 

And wait till his appointed hour 
Shall life immortal bring. 



Lord, may I learn to work or wait, 
Just as thy word is given, — 

Not loitering idly at the gate 
That opens into heaven. 






ioo HYMNS. 



XLIV 8, 7. 



i)om t\)t ILorti lobetf) t* cfjagtenetf), antr srourgetf) energ son 
fr^om i)e rembetf).— Heb. xii. 6. 



T"\ rHEN he waketh, when he sleepeth, 

When he toileth in the day, 
Him the Father safely keepeth 

Who makes Christ his only stay. 



11. 

If he wanders, God will chasten 
Him with many stripes or few, 

Till his erring footsteps hasten 
To the mercy-seat anew. 

in. 

If he meekly beareth crosses, 

And his eyes yet look to heaven, 

God will turn to gain his losses, 

Yea, to him will much be given. 



HYMNS. 101 



IY. 



Daily he will find a token 

That his L,ord loves to the end: 
When the golden bowl is broken, 

Up to him shall he ascend. 



Y. 

No more sin and no more sorrow, 
No more bitter tears to shed; 

Heaven will have no sad to-morrow, 
But eternal day instead. 



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io2 HYMNS. 



XLV S. M. 



Qlfyt 3Lor& fo til strengthen tym upon tfje fcetr of languishing. 
Ps. xli. 3. 



I. 

A PRISONER of the Lord, 
•^^ Awaiting his commands, 
My prison-house is amply stored 
With bounties from his hands. 



11. 

He makes my pillow soft 

While prostrate, weak, and sore, 
And ministering angels oft 
Enter my chamber-door. 



in. 

Sweet love in every tone 
Is whisper'd round my bed: 
I know that none will give a stone 
Instead of strengthening bread. 



HYMNS. 103 



IV. 



No fears my soul alarm ; 
My pains shall pass away : 
Christ puts his everlasting arm 
Beneath me all the day. 



v. 

How can I be cast down? 
Why wrap myself in gloom, 
And wear a care-begotten frown, 
When Christ is in the room? 



VI. 

God's strokes are not in wrath : 
The fruits that feed the soul 
Bestrew the strait and narrow path 
Unto the heavenly goal. 



io4 HYMNS. 



XLVI L. M. 



^metlg saging, £f)e faster ts f)er*> anU callctf) tijee.— John xi. 28. 



COME day the word will come to me, 
.Arise; the Master calls for thee. 



May I be ready then to go, 
Saying, Lord Jesus ! even so. 



11. 



Will work I've purposed in my thought 
Be to my Master's pleasure wrought? 
And will more talents then be won, 
So that the L,ord may say, Well done? 



in. 



Will tears be shed upon my bier 
By some I've help'd to comfort here ? 
Will seed I've sown some fruitage bear 
Too late for me the joy to share? 



HYMNS. io- 



IY. 



Shall I on Jordan's farther side 
Find some redeem'd and glorified 
To whom I pointed out the road 
Leading to that divine abode? 



I cannot answer Yea or Nay: 

This only, Master, can I sa}^ : 

If I've done aught to honour thee, 

It was thy grace that wrought through me. 



VI. 

O blessed Lord, in me abide 
When I pass over Jordan's tide, 
That I with my last trembling breath 
May glorify thy name in death. 




io6 HYMNS. 



XLVII CM. 



©n tfjat tiac, tf)e Erst trag of tf)c foeefc, ...Sesug came anti gtooti 
in tije mt'tist.— John xx. 19. 



T^HE blessing of the Sabbath-day 
Again our spirit cheers, 

And heaven seems not so far away 
That on our listening ears 



11. 

Some sounds of music may not fall 
Struck on angelic lyres, 

Some anthems to the Lord, by all 
The high celestial choirs. 



in. 

Let our lips, too, break forth in praise 
To thee, O King of heaven, 

For this the chiefest of the days, 
The holiest of the seven. 



HYMNS. 107 



IV. 



O Thou who on this day didst rise 

Omnipotent above, 
Reveal to our expectant eyes 

New glimpses of thy love. 



Come, Holy Comforter, and show 
Thy gracious sovereign power, 

That we may more like Jesus grow 
In this accepted hour. 



VI. 

As on the day of Pentecost, 

Visit thy church again, 
That earth may join the heavenly host 

In praising Thee. Amen. 




io8 HYMNS. 



XLVIII CM. 



Swings fof)tri) rgr sain not, anti ear i)^artr not, anti infjtcf) tntmfc 
not into tf)e fjeart of man. — i Cor. ii. 9. 



]\JO tongue of man has ever told 
^ ^ God's everlasting love ; 
No heart has known the manifold 
Delights prepared above. 



11. 

Eye has not seen, ear has not heard 
These great and marvellous things, 

Laid up for all who trust his word, 
For poor as well as kings. 



in. 

God's children daily something learn 
While training in his schools: 

More clearly do their minds discern 
How gracious are his rules : 



HYMNS. 



109 



IV. 



Yet little can they apprehend 
What God has still in store ; 

For that which has no bound nor end 
They cannot reckon o'er. 



Glory to thee, eternal King ! 

Invisible, yet known 
To loving souls who daily bring 

Faith's offering to thy throne. 






no HYMNS. 



XLIX. .'...CM. 



3mts statu therefore unto tfje tfoelbe, OToultr ge also go afcoan? 
John vi. 67. 



1 1 7HERE could I go but unto thee, 

* V O man of Nazareth ? 
Thy blood was shed on Calvary 
To give me life for death ! 



11. 

To whom, my Lord, but unto thee, 
O Son of God most high, 

When angels bend with reverent knee 
Before thy majesty? 



in. 

Where can I go but unto thee, 
The only refuge -tower 

Impregnable, where I can flee 
In sore temptation's hour? 



HYMNS. in 



IV. 



To whom need I go but to thee? 

Thou art the utmost sum 
Of every soul's necessity; — 

And therefore, Lord, I come. 



O Lamb of God, who cam'st to take 

The sin of man away, 
Fast hold me for thy mercy's sake, 

And I shall never stray. 




ii2 HYMNS. 



L CM. 



Jfor as often as ge eat tf)ts fcreatr, antr Drink tfje enp, ge proclaim 
tt)e 3Lortfs treaty till f)£ come.— i Cor. xi. 26. 



I. 

AS children dwelling in their home 
By right of grace divine, 
Unto thy table, Lord, we come 
To take of bread and wine. 



11. 

The bread shows forth thy body slain, 
The wine thy blood out-pour'd: 

To take away our sin and stain 
Cost thy dear life, O Lord. 



in. 

O may the Holy Ghost descend 
With blessing from above, 

That grateful praise may now ascend 
For thine amazing love. 



HYMNS. 



"3 



IY. 



Abide with us this holy day 
And fill us with thy peace, 

And while we gladly praise and pray, 
Lord, make our faith increase. 



Sit with us at the blessed feast, 

As in the day of old, 
Our high and sovereign Saviour-Priest, 

Thy glory to behold. 






ii4 HYMNS. 



LI 7's. 



Cfjrre i»as at tfje table miming (n 3 cs us' bosom one of !)ts 
otsetples, foof)0ttx 3esus IobeU.— John xiii. 23. 



I. 

TN the hidden ways of life 

**■ God's beloved may be found, 

Shut in from the things of strife, 

Hedged with mercies all around. 



11. 

Born of God they know not when, 
Single is the faith they hold, 

Prying not with curious ken 

Into what has not been told. 



in. 

Like the saint of Patmos isle, 

In them love has potent sway, 

Israelites who have no guile, 

Passing on their heavenward way: 



HYMNS. 115 



IY. 



By the loving, kindly deed, 

By the strengthening word of cheer, 
By the helpful hand in need, 

Glorifying Jesus here. 



Pointing out the path to heaven, 
Winning souls is their reward: 

When the welcome-call is given, 
Dying, they wake in the Lord. 




n6 HYMNS. 



LII 7's. 



Ifter ge fcorre cnltgfytenctr, ge erttmreti a great conflict of sufferings. 
Heb. x. 32. 



TN the midnight and the storm 

Some of God's beloved must go; 

Not for them the valleys warm, 

But the hills of crag and snow. 



11. 

In the darkness call'd to stand, 
Fighting with a foe unseen, 

Friend nor lover at. their hand, 

Strongly on their Lord they lean. 



in. 

Chasten'd sore, bereaved, and lone, 
They with steadfast faith look up, 

Seeking, low before his throne, 
Grace to take the bitter cup. 



HYMNS. 117 



IV. 



Not the less beloved are they, 

Heirs with Christ, who suffer loss: 

They shall find, some coming day, 

Why 'twas theirs to bear the cross. 



Some the fight of faith must share ; 

Some endure the tempter's blows ; 
Testimony they must bear 

Christ is mightier than his foes. 



VI. 

As they lay their weapons by, 
Conquerors in the final strife, 

Glory be to God! they cry, 
Entering into restful life. 






n8 HYMNS. 



LIU CM. 



JJcsus ansfomti J) tin, \i I foasf) ttyz not, tijou i;ast no part tot'tf) me. 
John xiii. 8. 



I. 

HTHE dusty paths of earth defile 
My sandals through the day; 

And vexing cares my soul beguile 
While toiling on the way. 



ii. 

How oft I lose the gracious sense 
Of nearness unto Thee ! 

How oft forget the providence 
That orders life for me! 



in. 

The daily good that I would do 

Is often unbegun; 
And evil I would fain eschew 

My heedless hands have done. 



HYMNS. ng 



IY. 



At eventime, unsatisfied, 
I call the day to mind ; 

And by thy righteous standard tried, 
Shortcomings do I find. 



O Thou who, in th}^ graciousness, 
Didst wash thy servants' feet, 

Thy travel-stain'd disciple bless 
Before thy mercy-seat. 



VI. 

The robe of works that I have worn 
Is scanty for my needs : 

Give me the robe of thy new-born, — 
Of faith and holy deeds. 




120 HYMNS. 



LIV s. m. 



ge are not gour ofon ; for gc inrre oottgfjt baitf) a price, 
i Cor. vi. 19, 20. 



T GIVE myself to God, 
My life, my soul, my all: 
He knows the devious paths I've trod, 
In mercy's hand I fall. 



11. 

My sins I cannot count, 
Nor sum his favours up: 
I humbly kneel at mercy's fount 
And take salvation's cup. 



in. 

I proffer but his own; 

And may the Master take 
The gift I lay before his throne, 
For my Redeemer's sake. 



HYMNS. 



121 



IV. 



I give myself to God, 
For evermore to hold: 
I pass beneath, the Shepherd's rod 
To bide within' his fold. 




122 HYMNS. 



LV C. M, 



&nU tym tfjat rometf) to me £ footli in no intse cagt out,— John vi. 37. 



I. 

^PHE pathway to the mercy-seat 
^ Is found of all who will; 
And they who kneel at Jesus' feet 
Find him a Saviour still. 



11. 

As, when upon the earth he trod, 

None empty went away 
Who sought his blessing as their God, 

So we to him may pray. 



in. 

The child unto his parent runs 
For comfort and relief: 

So may the L,ord's redeemed ones 
Go to him with their grief. 



HYMNS. 



123 



IY. 



Yea, even in the busiest hour 
Unspoken prayer may rise, 

And blessings in a gracious shower 
Fall on us from the skies. 



We bless and magnify thy name, 
O Thou that answerest prayer: 

In every age thou art the same 
To all who trust thy care. 




I2 4 HYMNS. 



LVI cm. 



mans as tourfjetr %\m inere matie infjo^-— Mark vi. 56. 



I. 

AT Jesus' feet I take my place : 

I touch his garment's hem : 
A helpless child in need of grace 
My Lord will not condemn. 



11. 

have no hope but in his love; 

His promise is my plea: 
give myself to Him who strove 

E'en unto death for me. 



in. 

I only ask that I may know 

What he would have me do, 

That my obedient life may show 

The grace that bears me through. 



HYMNS. 125 



IV. 

I've nothing, Lord, to offer thee 
But this weak heart of mine : 

O take it, Lord, and let it be 
Thine own, for ever thine. 




126 HYMNS. 



LVII cm. 



&1TU tf)e rock foas (Christ.— i Cor. x. 4. 



/^ I VH me a foothold on the rock : 
^^^ The billows round me roll : 
Let not their wild, impetuous shock 

O'erwhelm my trembling soul. 
O Thou that walkest on the wave, 

Thou Ruler of the sea, 
Stretch forth thy mighty arm to save 

The soul that calls on thee. 



11. 

Give me a foothold on the rock, 

O Saviour of the lost! 
The world and sin my struggles mock, 

And I am tempest-tost. 
I strive to reach an anchoring place : 

My God, give me a stay; 
Extend to me thy hand of grace, 

Lest I be cast away. 



HYMNS. 12: 



in. 

Give me a foothold on the rock, 

Till voices 'yond the sea, 
L,ike evening chimings of the clock, 

Bid welcome home to me. 
The day of toil and watching o'er, 

The night of sorrow past, 
I step upon the eternal shore, 

And rest in peace at last. 



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128 HYMNS. 



LVIII 7's. 



&1)e ILorU lift up fn's countenance upon tfjce, ano gtbe tfjce peace. 
Num. vi. 26. 



T3EST and peace for Jesus' sake! 

O my Father, hear my cry; 
Heal my bosom's bitter ache, 
While before thy feet I lie. 



11. 

I have loved and I have lost 

Those whom I had prized too well: 
O'er my threshold .sorrow cross'd 

When the cherish'd idols fell. 



in. 

I forgot that they were lent, 

And I claim'd them as my own, 

Till the message from thee sent 

Took them up before thy throne. 



HYMNS. 129 



IV. 



Speak the word of peace to me ; 

Pardon thy forgetful child: 
Let me find my rest in thee, 

Comforted and reconciled: 



Comforted, that loving eyes 

Shone so long within my home: 

Reconciled, that to the skies 

Thou didst bid the loved ones come. 



VI. 

Rest and peace for Jesus' sake! 

Father, at thy feet I kneel: 
Bruised reeds thou wilt not break, 

Thou the broken heart wilt heal. 




130 HYMNS. 



LIX. . . . 7's. 



Etyn cometi) 3t3us irtttf) tf)£™ tirtto a place ralleti (S^tijsemane. 
Matt. xxvi. 36. 



f~\ THE agonising prayer 
^^ Rising on the midnight air! 
( Iyet this cup pass from thy Son: 
Not my will, but thine be done!' 1 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

O the tears and bloody sweat 
Falling fast on Olivet! 
In tlty lonely agony, 
Shedding crimson tears for me, 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

in. 

O what wrath of earth and hell 
On thy head unpitying fell, 
When thy passion-time began, 
Bearer of the sin of man, 

Jesus in Gethsemane! 



HYMNS. 131 



IV. 

Sorrow none had ever known 
Came upon thy soul alone: 
While its billows o'er thee swept, 
Near at hand thy followers slept, 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 



Waken me from sinful sleep: 
Faithful, loving, make me keep, 
Watching every hour with thee 
Who didst agonize for me, 
Jesus in Gethsemane! 

VI. 

Crimson'd once, but beauteous now, 
O what glory crowns thy brow! 
All the world shall bend the knee, 
Lord triumphant! unto thee. 

Conqueror in Gethsemane! 



1 32 HYMNS. 



LX 7 's. 



(Casting all gour anxtets upon fjt'm, because fje caretf) for gou. 
i Peter v. 7. 



/^AST thy burden on the Lord! 

Is this message meant for me? 
May I take him at his word, 
And will he my helper be? 



11. 

In my daily household care, 
In the business of the day, 

Will the Lord the burden bear 
Or his strength upon me lay? 



in. 

When the evil one shall cast 

Tempting baits to snare my soul, 

Or shall taunt me with the past, 

Will the Lord his power control ? 



HYMNS. 133 



IY. 



When the bitterness of grief 
Shall upon my bosom prey, 

Will he give me swift relief? 
Will he take the pain away? 



When the parting hour is near, 
Will his everlasting love 

Conquer every doubt and fear 

And the sting of death remove? 



VI. 

'Tis the promise of the Lord, 
Meant for me on every day: 

Heaven and earth may fail, — his word 
Never once shall pass away. 



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i 3 4 HYMNS. 



LXI CM. 



$ef)oIti, mu servants sijall stng for jog of fyeart.— Isa. lxv. i. 



I. 



COMETIMES, in quiet re very, 
When da}^ is growing dim, 

The heart is singing silently 
A sweet unwritten hymn. 



ii. 

The strains are not to measure wrought 

By cunning of the mind, 
But seem like hymnings angels brought 

From heaven, and left behind. 



in. 

The misty hills of bygone grief, 
Once dark to look upon, 

Stand out like blessings in relief 
Against the setting sun. 



HYMNS. 135 



IV. 



The rain may fall, the wind may blow, 

The soul unhinder'd sings, 
While, like the bird 'neath sheltering bough, 

She sits with folded wings, — 



A brief and pleasant resting space, 
A glance at Beulah land, 

Before she girds herself apace 

For work that waits the hand. 



VI. 

Then, giving thanks to Him who pour'd 

Refreshment in her cup, 
She hears the calling of her Lord 

And takes her labour up. 




136 HYMNS. 



LXII C. M. P. 



&nti ti)txz sfjall bt ntcjf)t no more ; artti tf)eg tuetr no Itgfjt of lamp, 
neither lt'c$t of sun.— Rev. xxii. 5. 



/~\ LAND of day, eternal day, 
^^ Unbroken by a night: 
No need of candle nor of sun 
Thy blessed fields to shine upon,- 
The Lamb of God thy light. 



11. 

O land of life that cannot die, 

To mortals open'd up: 
No more the drooping of the eye, 
The parting word, the fitful sigh, 
The bitter-tasting cup. 



in. 

O land of rest and sweet content, 
The time of battle o'er, 



HYMNS. 137 



The weary victors, laying down 
The cross, receive from Christ the crown 
To wear forevermore. 



IV. 

O land of beauty, beautiful 

Beyond the brightest dream 
Of poet in his time of power : 
No painter in his happiest hour 
Has caught its faintest gleam. 



v. 

Lord of the land ! Eternal King 

Of a domain so fair ! 
O give us grace to watch and wait, 
On duty at the outer gate, 

Till we may enter there. 

1877. 






1 38 HYMNS. 



LXIII 7, 6, p. 



&men: JSIrggmcj, arttr glorg, antr iofsoom, anti tijannscrtbtng, anD 

honour, anti poton:, anti mtgi)t, oe unto our (Koti 

for roer ana ebrr.— Rev. vii. 12. 



I. 

/^IX>RY be to God on high! 

^^ Glory in the highest! 
Lord of wondrous majesty, 
Maker of the earth and sky: 
Saints redeem'd and angels cry, 

Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest! 



11. 

Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest ! 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
Praises in the uttermost 
Earth shall sing with heaven's host: 
Glory be to God on high! 
Glory in the highest! 



HYMNS. 139 



LXIV 8, 8, 8. 



£2Ef)2 stck ge i)t'm tfjat librti) among tfjc trcatr? |^c is not i)m, 
fcut is risen. — Luke xxiv. 5, 6. 



I. 

/^HRIST is risen! O the wonder! 
^ Rending bands of death asunder, 
Rising to the glory yonder! 

11. 
Silently as morning breaking 
Came the wonderful awaking, 
Christ again his Godhead taking: 

in. 
In the stillness of the morning, 
Angels heralding no warning, 
Though the world's new light was dawning. 

IY. 

Ere sunrising, one came seeking, 

She whose heart with pain was reeking, 

Tears her pallid cheek bestreaking. 



i 4 o HYMNS. 



v. 

Last she saw him faint and dying ; 
Stark and cold her Lord was lying, 
Ere she left him, weeping, sighing. 

VI. 

Lone she stood in tearful wonder : 
"Who had rent His tomb asunder? 
Who so vile the grave to plunder? 

VII. 

She, amazed, her watch was keeping, 
Blinding mists her vision steeping: 
"Woman, why art thou a-weeping?" 

VIII. 

Was the startled woman chary? 
Was she in her answering wary? 
What a change when He said, "MaryP 

IX. 

Once the piteous supplication, 
Now the glad ejaculation, 
"Master!" in rapt adoration. 

x. 

No more mocking, no more scourging, 
Priest and mob the soldiers urging, 
While the rage of hell was surging: 



HYMNS. 141 



XI. 

Crown of thorns no longer wearing, 
Cruel taunts no longer bearing, 
Nails no more his body tearing: 

XII. 

Majesty and gracious sweetness 
Join in him with perfect meetness, 
God and man in full completeness. 

XIII. 

Lord Jehovah! low before thee, 
Ransom'd by thee, we adore thee: 
Glory in the highest! Glory! 



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142 HYMNS. 



LXV DIES IBM. 



An attempt {based mainly on a literal rendering by J. Addison 
Campbell) to give in English verse the famous Latin hymn of 
Thomas of Celano, written in the thirteenth century. 



I. 

T^HE day of wrath, that certain day, 
In glowing embers earth shall lay, 
Both David and the Sybil say. 

* ii. 
With trembling dread the world will quake 
Or e'er the Judge shall inquest make, 
And ruin all things overtake. 

in. 
The trump shall sound a startling tone 
Throughout the graves of every zone, 
And call all men before the throne. 

IV. 

And death and nature in surprise 
Shall see the creature man arise 
To answer at the dread assize. 



HYMNS. 143 



v. 

The written book will forth be brought, 
With good and evil records fraught, 
And man be judged for deed and thought. 

VI. 

When he shall sit upon his throne, 
The Judge will make all secrets known; 
Things unavenged there shall be none. 

VII. 

And what shall wretched I then plead? 
Who then for me will intercede, 
When e'en the just will mercy need? 

VIII. 

King of tremendous majesty, 

Who sav'st thine own by grace most free, 

Thou fount of pity, rescue me ! 

IX. 

Remember, Jesus kind, I pray, 
For me thou gav'st thy life away: 
Then do not lose me on that day! 

x. 

While seeking me, I wearied thee; 
Thou on the cross redeemedst me: 
In vain let not such travail be! 



i 4 4 HYMNS. 



XI. 

Just and avenging Judge, I cry, 

Give me remission ere I die, 

Before the reckoning-day comes nigh. 

XII. 

A culprit groaning with his care, 
My face the blush for sin shall wear; 
O God, the pleading suppliant spare! 

XIII. 

The Magdalene was forgiven, 

And e'en the thief by thee was shriven; 

Thou giv'st me also hope of heaven. 

, XIV. 
My prayers, unworthy, do not spurn; 
Thou who art good, in kindness turn, 
Lest I in fire eternal burn. 

xv. 

Far from the goats' accursed band 
Keep me apart, and make me stand 
Among the sheep at thy right hand. 

XVI. 

When the accursed go to their place, 
When dies the furious flame apace, 
Then call my name with words of grace. 



HYMNS. 145 



XVII. 

Prostrate and suppliant, I pray, 
With spirit crush 'd to ashes gray, 
O care for me at my last day! 



Upon that day of tearful eyes, 
When from the embers he shall rise, 
And culprit man wait thy decree, 
O God, then pardon even me. 

Kind Lord Jesus, ever blest! 
Give to thy redeemed rest. 

Amen. 




146 HYMNS. 



LXVI 8, 7, 4. 



matt fjatJ tfoo sons ; anti f)e rame to tfje first, attti satU, &on, jgo 
foorfe to^tiag in tfje btnesaro. — Matt. xxi. 28. 



TN the vineyard of our Father 
-*• Daily work we find to do; 
Scatter' d fruit our hands may gather, 

Though we are but weak and few: 
Iyittle clusters 

Help to fill the basket too. 



11. 

Toiling early in the morning, 

Catching moments through the day, 
Nothing small or lowly scorning, — 

So we work, and watch, and pray; 
Gathering gladly 

Free-will offerings by the way. 



HYMNS. 147 



in. 

Not for selfish praise or glory, 

Not for objects nothing worth, 

But to send the blessed story 
Of the gospel o'er the earth, 

Telling mortals 
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 



IV. 

Up and ever at our calling, 

Till in death our lips are dumb, 

Or till — sin's dominion falling — 

Christ shall in his kingdom come, 

And his children 
Reach their everlasting home. 



Steadfast, then, in our endeavour, 
Heavenly Father, may we be ; 

And forever, and forever, 

We will give the praise to thee ; 
Alleluiah ! 

Singing, all eternity. 

1845. 



148 HYMNS. 



LXVII. .... 7, 6. 



£f)e morning stars sang together, and all tf)e sons of (Soo sf)outeo 
for fog. — Job xxxviii. 7. 



I. 

T^HB morning stars were singing 

With joy when time began ; 
And heavenly peals were ringing 

When God created man : 
The universe was swelling 

With jubilant delight, 
While all to all were telling 

The Lord Jehovah's might. 



11. 

A higher song of glory 

Was sung in after-days, — 
And shepherds heard the story, 

As angels hymn'd His praise, — 
Of Jesus in a manger, 

God's well-beloved Son, 
Who eame to save from danger 

A race by sin undone. 



HYMNS. 149 



in. 

A multitude of voices 

Have learn'd this holy song; 
And earth with heaven rejoices 

To roll the sound along. 
With saints and angels o'er us, 

Singing before the throne, 
We join the gladsome chorus, 

Glory to God alone ! 






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150 HYMNS. 



LXVIII 8,7,4. 



tijou not from tf)ts time rrg. unto me, fHg JFatijer, tijou art 
t\)t gutoe of ms souti) ?— Jer. iii. 4. 



I. 

T7ATHER ! in my life's young morning, 
May thy word direct my way : 

Let me heed each gracious warning. 
Lest my feet should go astray : 

Make me willing 
All its precepts to obey. 



11. 

Father ! gentle is thy teaching ; 

Be a docile spirit mine : 
Every day thy grace beseeching, 

Let thy loving-kindness shine 
Always on me, 

And my heart be wholly thine. 



HYMNS. 



151 



in. 

Father ! let me never covet 

Things of vanity and pride : 

Teach me truth, and may I love it 
Better than all else beside : 

Blessed Bible! 
May it be my heavenward guide. 






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152 HYMNS. 



LXIX 7, 6. 

(gibing tljanfcs alfoags for all things.— Eph. v. 20. 



I. 

T THANK the Lord my Maker 

For all his gifts to me : 
For making me partaker 

Of bounties rich and free : 
For father and for mother, 

"Who give- me clothes and food, 
For sister and for brother, 

And all the kind and good. 



11. 

I thank the Lord my Saviour 

Who came for me to die, 
And bless me with his favour 

And fit me for the sky, — 
That, all my sins out-blotted, 

By Jesus wash'd away, 
I may be found unspotted 

When comes the final day. 



HYMNS. 153 



in. 

I thank the Lord for giving 

The Spirit of his grace, 
That I may serve him living, 

And, dying, reach the place 
Where Jesus in his glory 

I shall forever see, 
And tell the wondrous story 

Of all his love for me. 






154 HYMNS. 



LXX H. M. 



&f)ou mafetst tfje outgoings of t\)z morning anti ebening to rejoice. 

Ei)ou bisitest tf)e eartf), anti fnatnrst it: tijou greatlg 

enrtcijest it battfj tije riber of (Kofi.— Ps. lxv. 8, 9. 



I. 

^VX JYLO bids the wind to blow? 

Who makes the sun to shine, 
And flowers and grass to grow 
Around this path of mine? 
Who makes these shady trees arise, 
And spread their boughs beneath the skies ? 



11. 

Who makes this brook, so bright, 

From earth's cold bosom spring, 
And sparkle in the light, 

And sweetly, sweetly sing, 
As if an angel lent his voice 
To help the rippling stream rejoice? 



HYMNS. 155 



in. 

Who gave the airy bird 

Soft feathers and swift wings, 
And taught it music -words 

To charm us when it sings? — 
Say, little bird! who taught you how 
To sing so sweetly on that bough? 



IY. 

O, 'tis our Father, God, 

Who gives us every thing: 
The grass, the flowery sod, 

The brook, and birds that sing; 
And all the blessings of this day 
He sheds upon our happy way. 



How r good is God ! He gave 

His only Son to die, 
Our souls from death to save, 
And fit us for the sky. 
O, let us bow, and serve him here 
With gratitude and love sincere. 



1 56 HYMNS. 



LXXI 8, 7, 8, 4 . 



2Ti)g bjortr is a lamp unto mg feet, anti a Iijjtjt unto mj3 patl). 
Ps. cxix. 105. 



T)OOK of grace, and book of glory ! 
^ Gift of God to age and youth ; 
Wondrous is thy sacred story, 
Bright, bright with truth. 



11. 

Book of love ! in accents tender, 

Speaking unto such as we ; 
May it lead us, Lord, to render 
All, all to thee. 



in. 

Book of hope ! the spirit sighing 

Consolation finds in thee, 
As it hears the Saviour crying, 
"Come, come to me." 



HYMNS. 157 



IY. 



Book of peace ! when nights of sorrow 

Fall upon us drearily, 
Thou wilt bring a shining morrow, 

Full, full of thee. 



Book of life ! when we, reposing, 

Bid farewell to friends we love, 
Give us for the life then closing, 

Life, life above. 

1843. 






158 HYMNS. 



LXXII 6, 9. 



tf)e beautiful (Gate of i\)z flTnnpU."— Acts iii. 10. 



HTHERE is light on my path, 
■*■ There is joy in my heart, 
For the doubt and the fear 
From my bosom depart, 
While I muse on his love 

As I quietly wait 
For the Master to come 
At the Beautiful Gate, 
The Beautiful Gate of the temple. 



11. 

There is travailing care; 

There is labour in vain; 
There is noise in the air; 

There is pitiless rain; 



HYMNS. 159 



And I cover my head 

Till the storm shall abate, 
And the Lord shall appear 
At the Beautiful Gate, 
The Beautiful Gate of the temple. 



in. 

I am sorely beset; 

I am weary and worn ; 
And I sigh for the night, 

And I long for the morn: 
He will come in good time, 

Whether early or late, 
As I kneel for his touch 

At the Beautiful Gate, 
The Beautiful Gate of the temple. 



IV. 

Lo ! the darkness is past, 

And the morning is here; 
'Tis the voice of my IyOrd 

That enraptures my ear : 
He has come to my help 

In my uttermost strait, 
And he beckons me in 

At the Beautiful Gate, 
The Beautiful Gate of his temple. 

14 1885. 



i6o HYMNS. 



LXXIII 8, 9. 



" ge fmofco not fcofjen."— Mark xiii. 35. 



T KNOW not when the Lord will call, 
Or in the night or in the morning: 

The angel's foot may softly fall, 

Or it may give a note of warning. 



11. 

There may be but a step between 

Earth's outer gate and heaven's portal: 

Or morn may slowly lift the screen 

That hangs before the day immortal. 



in. 

The L,ord may whisper, "Follow me!" 

When none but I shall hear the calling, 

And men may marvel when they see 
A tree in summer greenness falling. 



HYMNS. 161 



IV, 

Perchance I may be left to wait, 
His earlier-chosen taken only, 

And I may feel 'tis getting late, 

And earth is growing dim and lonely. 



v. 

Perchance when gladsome days are come, 
Or when the wintry winds are blowing, 

The Lord will bid me hasten home, 
Unquestioning and all unknowing. 



VI. 

The time, the way, I'd leave to Thee: 

Were mine the choice, this would I rather, 

Content that both alike shall be 

As seemeth best to thee, my Father. 

1885. 



i6 2 HYMNS. 



LXXIV UM. 



f)om Ooti fjatf) f)rtfleU in."— Job iii. 23. 



HPHE sea before, the foe behind, 
*- What place of hiding can I find ? 
Shut up from help on every side, 
What hand my trembling feet will guide? 

11. 

From Satan's realm I sought to flee, 
And now behold. the raging sea! 
The foe is pressing on me sore, 
And I shall perish on the shore. 

in. 

When I set out to 'scape his sway 
The guide-posts pointed me this way: 
Is there no arm this side the wave 
The hunted fugitive to save? 



HYMNS. 163 



IV. 

The treacherous deep my soul may snare, 

And yet away far over there 

The haven of salvation lies, 

Its borders reaching to the skies. 

v. 

And must I venture in the sea? 
Is there no other path for me? 
Will the same hand that led me here 
For my deliverance now appear? 

VI. 

O Lord, my Saviour! hear my cry: 
In my distressful day come nigh : 
Now, trembling, on the waves I tread, 
O hold me in this time of dread. 

VII. 

The waters part before my feet; 
Onward I press with footsteps fleet: 
Dry-shod I reach the farther strand 
And enter in Immanuel's land! 

VIII. 

Forevermore Thy praise I'll sing : 
Glory to thee, Eternal King ! 
'Tis thine to order all my way, 
Be mine unquestioning to obey. 
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164 HYMNS. 



LXXV 7's. 



' Praia ntgf) unto mg soul."— Ps. lxix. 18. 



I. 

AT E ARER to thy heart of love ; 
Nearer to thy hand of power : 
Jesus ! nearer every hour 

Lift me to the life above. 



ii. 

Nearer unto thee, my Lord, 

Who art always near to me, 
Though thy hand I may not see 

As it guides me heavenward. , 

in. 

Nearer to thy gracious throne 

May thy Spirit draw my feet, 
Nearer to thy mercy-seat, 

Seeing none but thee alone. 



HYMNS. 165 



IV. 

Nearer when the morn shall break, 
Nearer when the sun goes down, 
Let thy loving-kindness crown 

All the way my feet should take. 



v. 

Nearer in the crowded day, 
Nearer in the secret place, 
Let the sense of present grace 

In my peaceful bosom stay. 

VI. 

Nearer when my trembling hand 

Lifts the dreaded cross with fear, 
Though I shed the human tear 

When, bereft, I mutely stand. 

VII. 

Nearer, Jesus, to thy breast 
As my daily need is more, 
Till thou openest the door 

Leading to the heavenly rest. 

1885. 



166 HYMNS. 



LXXVI 7,6. 



mg soul, ml)2 art tfjou titsquuteD fcjttf)m me ?"— Ps. xlii. ii. 



1\ /TY soul! why sit forsaken 
^ A In sorrow's darken'd tent? 
Why should thy trust be shaken 
By griefs thy L,ord hath sent? 



ii. 

It was the love he bore thee 
That led him to the cross : 

That love is ever o'er thee, 

To save thee, soul, from loss. 

in. 

Go, climb faith's sacred mountain, 
Unweighted by thy fears; 

Arise above the fountain 

That feeds the stream of tears ; 



HYMNS. 167 



IV. 

And thou shalt see far over 

The mist that dims thine eyes, 

And then shalt thou discover 
The bow across the skies. 



v. 



It is not always raining; 

It is not always night: 
His grace shall shame thy plaining; 

Thy God is always right. 



Vi- 
lli lovingness he reigneth 

O'er all his family, 
And whatso he ordaineth 

Is ever best to be. 



VII. 

Then let thy night of sadness 
Bring in the grateful day, 

And thou shalt walk in gladness 
With Jesus by the way. 



168 HYMNS. 



LXXVII CM. 



' ILoofe unto me, anti foe g.e sabeoV'— Isaiah xlv. 22. 



I. 

>T^IS but a looking unto Christ 

-*■ In penitence and trust, 
And he bestows the grace unpriced 
That counts the sinner just. 

11. 

'Tis but a doing of his will, 
The work of faith in love, 

And he the passing days shall fill 
With blessings dream' d not of. 

in. 
'Tis but the leaving in his hands 

The morrow with its cares, 
And peace within the bosom stands 

An angel unawares. 



HYMNS. 169 



IV. 

'Tis but a word of comfort said, 
A simple, kindly deed, — 

Yet 'tis a precious ointment shed 
Upon a soul in need. 

v. 
'Tis but the bearing patiently 

The wrongful word, the sneer, 
And love shall turn the enmity 

Of hate's empoison' d spear. 

VI. 

'Tis but a look of tenderness 
On weepers left behind 

That lingers evermore to bless 
The sad and lonelv mind. 



VII. 

'Tis but the closing of the e}-e, 
The ceasing of the breath, 

Then comes the hour of victory, 
The triumph over death. 

VIII. 
'Tis but a lifting of the latch 
That fastens glory's door, 



T t JO 



HYMNS. 



And wondrous sights the eye shall catch 
On heaven's resplendent floor. 



IX. 



"Twas but an erring child of earth 
With mortal sandals shod: 

Lo ! now, of an immortal birth, 
He lives with Christ in God. 



1885. 



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HYMNS. 171 



LXXVIII. ... 8, 4. 



" l^olti tfjou me up, anti I sfjall fie safe/'— Ps. cxix. 117. 
I. 

"D UILD up, O Lord, a rampart-wall 

Along my way, 
That, journeying onward, I withal 

Go not astray. 

11. 
Whene'er the road be rough and steep, 

And I, foot-sore, 
Over the rocks but slowly creep, 

Give strength the more. 

in. 
When noon shall pour upon my brow 

Its burning heat, 
Beside the shadowing rock guide Thou 

My faltering feet. 



172 HYMNS, 



IV. 

While walking lonely in the dark, 

No hand in mine, 
Vouchsafe a star, a heavenly spark, 

On me to shine. 

v. 

When lost amid a tangled wild 

Of fear and doubt, 
Good Shepherd, seek the erring child 

And lead him out. 

VI. 

The fruit of earth's forbidden trees 

Let me not taste; 
Nor lag, nor lie in bowers of ease, 

When I should haste. 

VII. 

If e'er I meet one overborne 

Or faint of heart, . 
May I, instead* of careless scorn, 

Good cheer impart. 

VIII. 

L,et me not loiter on the edge 

Of any sin, 
X,est, dallying on the slippery ledge, 

My feet slide in. 



HYMNS. 173 



IX. 

Yet, if unlieedingly they slide, 

Thy grace I crave: 
Be thou my rescuer and guide; 

Lord Jesus, save ! 

x. 

When I come near, all worn and scarr'd, 

Thy mansions blest, 
Then, Saviour, let me find unbarr'd 

The gate of rest. 

XI. 

Among the multitudes that throng 

The holy place, 
Be mine to sing in loving song 

Thy sovereign grace. 






-<j Id 



i 7 4 HYMNS. 



LXXIX. . . . S. M. 



"jFcr tf)s sreat mercies, & 5Lortr, tear/ — Dan. ix. 18, 19. 
I. 

r\ FATHER, for thy love ! 
^^ O Saviour, for thy grace ! 
O Comforter, as heaven above 

Be this thy dwelling-place. 

11. 

O for the promised gift! 
O for the gracious rain ! 
Let not thy ch.urch, O Lord, uplift 
Her hungering prayers in vain. 

in. 

O for the touch of power ! 
O for the tongues of flame ! 
O for the coming of the hour 
To glorify thy name. 



HYMNS, 175 



IV. 

O for the tender heart ! 
O for the loving fear! 
Blest Holy One, the gift impart 
Thy still, small voice to hear. 



v. 

Hasten the rising sun ! 
O drive away the night! 
Soon may thy sovereign will be done, 
Thy kingdom come in might. 




15* 



i 7 6 HYMNS. 



LXXX 8, 7. 

" get ty tare ti)e Stn of mang." — Isa. liii. 12. 
I. 

f^\ THE darkness, O the sorrow, 
^-^ O the misery of sin ! 
When will dawn the promised morrow 
That shall bring deliverance in? 



11. 

One there was ordain' d to languish, 
Guiltless, in Gethsemane : 

One there was who died in anguish, 
Innocent, on Calvary. 

in. 

Jesus was the burden-bearer, 

God's own Son the sacrifice, — 

Of the griefs of man the sharer, 
Of his soul the ransom-price. 



HYMNS. 177 



IV. 



'Tis the Christ, the ever-living, 
Ever-loving, ever-blest, 

By the Comforter still giving 
Pardon, holiness, and rest. 



Can the love so freely given, 

Can the blood so freely shed, 

Fail to draw the earth to heaven, — 
Fail to bring- alive its dead? 



VI. 

Rise, O children of the Father ! 

Stand, ye brothers of the Son, 
In unyielding ranks together 

Till the crown of Christ be won : 



VII. 

Till the lands of sin and sorrow, 
Darker than the ancient night, 

Shall behold the promised morrow 
Beam on them with saving light. 

1886. 



i 7 8 HYMNS. 



LXXXI 8, 9. 



" &aujjJ)t up into ^araotse."— 2 Cor. xii. 4. 



I. 

T3EFORE the silver cord be loosed, 
Or e'er the golden bowl be broken, 
By Christ's redeem' d is heard and spoken 

A language ne'er by earthlings used. 



11. 

While waiting for his call of grace, 
The links of life as yet unriven, 
A new-created -sense is given 

That pierces the immeasured space. 



in. 

The spirit, newly clothed upon, 

Out-reaches to the gates eternal, 
And glimpses of the realms supernal 

Eclipse awhile the natural sun. 



HYMNS. 179 



IV. 



So Stephen saw the Son of man 

At God's right hand enthroned in glory, 
And while with martyr-baptism gory 

His life on high with Christ began. 



v. 



And so, through time's on-speeding years, 
Some ripening saints, with favour gifted, 
Anear God's presence have been lifted 

While dwelling in these lower spheres. 



VI. 



Of old, the shepherds saw on high 

His angels in their bright apparel, 
And heard redemption's wondrous carol, 

Alone, beneath the midnight sky. 



VII. 

If distant glories of the throne 

Transfigure now our earthly mansions, 
What powers, what insights, what expan- 
sions, 

When we shall know as we are known ! 

1886. 



i8o HYMNS. 



LXXXII. ... 8, 8. 



1 Efjou makest trje outgoings of irjc morning antr ebnung to sung.' 
Ps. lxv. 8. 



I. 

T^\AY is waning into shadow; 

*^ Darkness dims the hill and meadow, 

Till the stars light up the even 

As they climb the hills of heaven. 

ii. 
With its lantern earthward swinging, 
See the firefly heavenward winging ; 
While from crannied wall and thicket 
Comes the carol of the cricket. 

in. 
Peace, with hushing finger lifted, 
Cheers the heart by sorrow rifted, 
Pointing to the Comfort-Giver 
And the home beyond the river. 



HYMNS. 181 



IV. 

As an island ocean-bounded, 
Lord, thy love hath me surrounded, — 
Love in sunlight, love in showers, 
Bringing precious fruits and flowers. 

v. 

Thou hast given from thy treasure 
Bounties more than I can measure: 
Yea, my Father! not a minute 
But has come with goodness in it. 

VI. 

Years there were that brought me crosses ; 
Times of pain and grief and losses ; 
Still they carried in their keeping 
Sowing-time and harvest-reaping. 

VII. 

As the span of life shall lengthen, 
Lord, my faith and patience strengthen: 
Daily to thee bring me nearer, 
Daily to me be thou dearer. 

VIII. 

After thine, O holy Saviour! 
Pattern' d be my life's behaviour: 
Less of self in all my bearing, 
More for others daily caring. 



182 HYMNS. 



IX. 

When shall come the soul's undressing, 
May I fall asleep with blessing, 
And await thy call of waking 
When the heavenly day is breaking. 

x. 

Past all earthly joy and weeping, 
What a waking after sleeping, 
When the new-born eye beholdeth 
What thy grace, dear L,ord, unfoldeth ! 

1886. 



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Psalms. 



NINETY-SEVENTH PSALM. 
L. M. 

JEHOVAH reigns ! Let earth rejoice ; 
And let the multitude of isles 
Be glad, and sing with tuneful voice ; 
And nature's face be clad in smiles. 

Though clouds and darkness from afar 
Are round about his presence known, 

Yet righteousness and judgment are 
The habitation of his throne. 

A fire before him goes, and burns 
His enemies on every side ; 

His lightnings flash ; and earth by turns 
Beholds and trembles in its pride. 

16 l8 3 



i8 4 PSALMS. 



The hills before his presence melt, 

Iyike wax before the furious flame ; 

His presence by the earth is felt 
Who built her everlasting frame. 

The heavens declare his righteousness, 
The people all his glory see ; 

While they who serve the images, 

And boast in them, confounded be. 

Then Zion heard, and she was glad; 

The daughters of Judea sang 
Rejoicingly, and through the land 

The praises of thy judgments rang. 

For thou, O Lord ! above the earth 
Art high; thou art exalted far 

Above the kings of mortal birth, 
Though lofty their aspirings are. 

Hate evil, ye that love the Lord, 

For he preserves the saintly soul; 

And every danger he will ward, 

And save from wicked men's control. 

On righteous men shall light arise, 

Like morning breaking o'er the hills; 



PSALMS. 



185 



And hope shall kindle in their eyes, 
While holy mirth their bosom fills. 

Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ! 

Give thanks before his presence now ; 
In memory of his faithful word 

And holiness, give thanks, and bow. 

1853- 




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i86 PSALMS. 



ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY- 
FIRST PSALM. 

6's. 

T LIFT my longing eyes 

Up to the hills in vain: 

Whence shall my help arise 

In time of want and pain? 

My help is from the Lord 

Who gave all creatures birth, 
And by his forming word 

Created heaven and earth. 



No lurking enemy 

Thy foot shall turn astray, 
For he that keepeth thee 

Will slumber not for aye. 

Behold, he who in love 
Doth Israel ever keep, 
His watchfulness shall prove, 
And slumber not nor sleep. 



PSALMS. 187 



Thy keeper is the Lord, 
Jehovah is thy shade 
On thy right hand : his word 
Thy sure defence is made. 

By day the fervid sun 

Thy head shall never smite, 
Nor shall the sickly moon 
Assail thee in the night. 

Preserving thee from harm, 
All evil he'll control; 
And his most gracious arm 

Shall e'er preserve thy soul. 

When thou dost outward go, 
His grace shall go before; 
In coming in also, 

Now and forevermore. 




PSALMS. 



ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY- 
FIFTH PSALM. 

C. M. 

I" WHyly extol thee every day, 
My God, O glorious King; 
And I will bless thy name for aye, 
Thy praise forever sing. 

Great is the Iyord and wonderful, 
And greatly to be praised : 

His greatness is unsearchable, 
Beyond the heavens raised. 

One generation, praising thee, 

Shall testimony bear 
Unto the next, and wonderingly 

Thy mighty acts declare. 

The honour of thy majesty, 

Thy wonders I'll proclaim; 

Thine acts of terror men shall see 
And glorify thy name. 



PSALMS. l89 



The memory of thy goodness they 
Shall utter far and wide; 

Thy righteousness from day to day 
Shall sing on every side. 

The Lord is gracious; full of kind 

Compassion: he is slow 
To anger, and his holy mind 

Is great in mercy too. 

The Lord our God is good to all, 
For all are in his thought; 

His tender mercies richly fall 
On all that he hath wrought. 

Thy works shall praise thee evermore, 
And thee thy saints shall bless ; 

Thy kingdom's glory and thy power 
To all the world confess: 



Thy mighty acts that all ma}- know 
Among the sons of men, 

Thy kingdom's majesty to show 
To ever}'- creature's ken. 

An everlasting kingdom's thine, 
And thy dominion sure 



i 9 o PSALMS. 



Throughout all generations' time 
Shall everywhere endure. 

The Lord upholdeth all that fall, 
The bow'd with sorrow riven; 

While on thee wait the eyes of all, 
Their meat is duly given. 

Thou openest thy hand of grace, 

And thou dost satisfy 
The wants of all in every place 

Who for thy presence cry. 

The Lord is righteous in his ways, 

His works are holy all: 
He's nigh to those that love his praise, 

And on him truly call. 

The strong desire he will fulfil 
Of them that fear his name: 

He hears their cry, and he will still 
Save them from harm and shame. 

The Lord preserveth them from harm 
Who love him as their joy, 

But wicked men his wrathful arm 
Will utterly destroy. 



PSALMS. 



My mouth shall joyfully proclaim 
His praise from day to day: 

Let all flesh bless his holy name 
Forever and for aye. 



191 







9& 





Doxologtes, 



Iv. M. 

A Iyly praise to Thee, the triune One, 
^ The Holy Father, Holy Son, 
And Holy Spirit! Thou alone 
Art King on the eternal throne. 



C. M. 

r\ HOIyY, holy, holy Lord, 
^ The Father and the Son 
And Holy Ghost! Be thou adored 
While endless ages run. 



S. M. 

T3ESIDB thee there is none: 
Eternal God and King, 

The Father, Sou, and Holy Ghost, 
Thy glorious praise we sing. 

7's. 

/^L,ORY to thee evermore! 
^^ Glory in the uttermost! 
Heaven and earth thy name adore, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
192 



DOXOLOGIES. i 93 



7, 6. 

THY love, O Holy Father, 
1 Thy grace, O Holy Son, 
Thy peace, O Holy Spirit, 

Thy church abide upon: 
While she her voice upraises 

To thy eternal throne, 
And chants in endless praises 

Glory to God alone. 



8, 7> 4. 
/^LORY in the highest! glory! 
^ Jr Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: 
King eternal ! we adore thee, 

Singing with the heavenly host, 

Glory! glory! 
Glory be to God on high! 



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